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Chapter 416 After Li Ji's provocation, he makes another miraculous save; the King of Football's resolve is on the verge of collapse.

Manelli looked up at the goalkeeper one last time.

Lee Ki-jung was hanging from the goal with one hand, and even doing pull-ups with one hand, just like an old man exercising in a park.

The entire gate behind him was wide open, as if inviting the opponent to shoot.

Manelli was instantly enraged: "What the hell?! You've insulted me!"

The stadium erupted in uproar.

The commentator was even more excited: "What is Hamburg's Oddo doing? Facing a one-on-one opportunity, he didn't even prepare to make a save. Instead, he's hanging on the crossbar with one hand. Is he out of his mind? Is he blind? This is simply unbelievable. Didn't anyone tell him that Manelli was going to shoot?"

Manelli lifted his arm to shoot, and his movement was so perfect it could be considered a shooting textbook example.

The instep of the foot struck the soccer ball with a "thud".

The football flew like a cannonball towards the far, low corner.

Li Ji flung himself out like a gibbon, delivered a flying kick, and landed the ball firmly under his feet, his movements so fast it seemed as if he had defied gravity.

In reality, when he was hanging from the horizontal bar, he secretly tightened his hand into a spiral shape. The moment he swung out, the spiral arm launched him out like a spring, achieving an anti-gravity flying kick.

The Royals players wanted to complain, but seeing how incredibly difficult the ball was in terms of both speed and angle, almost flawless, they realized they had even prepared to celebrate.

Manelli knelt down in despair and angrily pounded the lawn.

"Why? How can this be allowed? What kind of save is this? My shot was flawless. Where did this monster come from? Does goal-line technology no longer exist? Is there another form of football?"

The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers once again.

The commentator exclaimed excitedly, "Incredible! Does this move really conform to the principles of physics? A person can actually be launched like a bullet! Oddo's goal-line technique is simply inexplicable, but it works!"

“Manelli needs to think of a way. If one person can’t break through, passing the ball around the goal might be a good option. After all, apart from goalkeeper Oddo, all the Hamburg players’ defense seems to be non-existent. It would have the same effect as if my grandma had gone up there. My grandma is 95 years old this year. She is very healthy and can still do difficult moves like somersaults on her own.”

Li Ji picked up the soccer ball and looked ahead. He saw Dai Lulu still waving excitedly at him, and she had already walked up to him.

"Then I'll trust you one more time, after all, you've been so lucky!"

Delulu exhaled and said, "This isn't luck, it's skill, meow! Fine, I'll prove it to you one more time, meow."

Li Ji rolled the ball to Delulu's feet, but accidentally, the ball was too slow, and Manelli, who was watching Delulu closely, immediately rushed over.

"careful!"

Delulu's hairband had already accurately seen and predicted Manelli's movements.

Just as Manelli rushed over to kick the ball, Delulu deftly juggled it up, sending the ball flying beautifully over her head, making a fool of Manelli like a dog.

Manelli was shocked: "He didn't even look back. Does he have eyes in the back of his head?"

Li Ji couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "Is this still the same Dailulu who blew her head off while juggling the ball last time?"

But then he sensed something was wrong.

The soccer ball and Delulu's legs moved with incredible fluidity, but Delulu's upper body was wobbling and staggering; her feet were already moving forward, but her upper body remained stationary.

It gives you the feeling of walking a large dog, as if the lower limbs are pulling the upper limbs while the head and arms are dangling in the air.

Dailulu raised her hands above her head and swayed like she was on a roller coaster.

She moved forward with this bizarre running posture.

Seeing this, Royals midfielder Adu quickly pressed forward to win the ball.

He was certain that the man was out of balance and lacked the protection of his hands, so he would fall over at the slightest touch and the ball could be easily stolen.

He confidently kicked out, but Delulu's upper body hadn't caught up yet. Just as she was about to swing from left to right, her foot suddenly changed direction, easily dodging him, and her upper body swung back sharply. "Slow down, meow!"

The Royals' Adu was a little stunned by the fake.

Only an expert could see the skill behind that last shot.

When changing direction under normal circumstances, all parts of the body will shift with the center of gravity, resulting in predictable movements such as lowering the shoulders.

This has led to the development of various feints that utilize changes in the body's center of gravity.

But the movement of this person's upper body was unpredictable, as if it and his lower body did not belong to the same body.

Any prediction based on changes in the upper body's center of gravity is impossible; one can only predict based on the opponent's legs, which is counterintuitive for many players.

"Who is this extraordinary person to be able to do such a thing? This team is too strange."

As he chased back, he shouted to his teammates, "Flank!"

Delulu continued forward, with three defenders closing in from different directions. They didn't rush to kick her, but instead aimed to compress Delulu's area of ​​movement and block her path with their bodies.

The three gradually tightened their grip, their aim being to force Delulu to separate from the ball.

The commentator exclaimed, "To be able to be double-teamed by three Royal midfielders at the same time, there are very few players in the entire football world who can achieve this honor. It seems that Steve's dribbling and assist just now have made Royal feel a bit of pressure."

"However, if I may be frank, Steve's dribbling looks very amateurish. It looks like his upper body is chasing his lower body, giving the impression that he doesn't know how to play football. I don't know why he is receiving so much attention."

Dailulu's football brain AI has started analyzing again.

"You're surrounded by three players. They're expected to completely cut off your movement path in 2.31 seconds and force you to lose possession of the ball through physical contact."

"Then I'll pass the ball, meow."

"Based on the current movement trajectory of my teammates, I can guarantee a 100% safe pass."

"No, I need to create a threat with just one shot, meow!"

"We are assessing the possibility of passing the ball. Sorry, my teammates' current positioning is not enough to create a threat with the ball."

"What a bunch of useless cats! Fine, I'll shoot the goal myself, cats!"

"We are assessing the feasibility of the shot."

Suddenly, various parameters appeared in front of Delulu's eyes, and a circular aiming frame moved back and forth within the goal area, quickly locking onto the upper right corner.

"The opposing goalkeeper is currently positioned far forward, approximately 3.72 meters from the goal. We simply need to apply a shot with the outside of our right foot towards the ball's zone 14—"

"Stop talking nonsense, kick meow! Those gorillas are practically glued to me, meow!"

"Waiting for the right opportunity."

"What are you waiting for, meow~"

Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, Delulu swung her right leg up and struck the soccer ball with the outside of her foot.

She herself was unprepared, lost her balance, and fell face-first into the mud.

She spat out some turf: "Football brain, I hate you, meow!"

The midfielders who were double-teaming the ball raised their legs to try to intercept it, but the ball miraculously passed through the gap between the three players.

Adu exclaimed, "It's happening again. This guy's skills are simply unparalleled. He always manages to get past our defenses."

The football pierced through the defensive line, curving in the air in a strange arc, like a crescent moon, flying towards the goal.

(End of this chapter)